Fist of Imagination

Liang De ended his meditation on the true nature and returned to the dream that Yuan Tianren had attached to him with the Dream Returning Method. After a complete meditation on the true nature, a few more gray-black turbid auras appeared in his martial arts soul.

That was the initial condensation of the true nature that had not yet fully formed.

Liang De gathered it together and moved it to his palm, forming a ball of gray-black swirling smoke, like scattered ink soaking into water.

"What's the use of this thing?"

"Have you ever had a snowball fight?"

"Ah?"

Yuan Tianren's old face showed a look of reminiscence:

"When I was a little kid in the fifth grade of elementary school, a snowball thrown from the next class cut a two-centimeter deep cut on my face. I had dozens of stitches in the hospital, and only after I became a martial artist and transformed myself did the scar disappear.

Do you know why the snowballs of ordinary elementary school students have such great lethality?"

"Uh... Could it be that this seemingly ordinary elementary school student actually has a neighbor, the weird Fat House Doctor, who developed a lot of amazing props for him, including the wind blade killing snowball?"

Yuan Tianren shook his head and said:

"It was glass shards, he added glass shards.

The sports committee member of the next class broke the glass of the classroom and mixed it into the snowball, winning a great victory in one fell swoop. Later, when we played snowball fights in elementary school, we would add stones, nails and broken glass to the snowballs, and the world has been troubled since then."

Yuan Tianren shook his head with vicissitudes, as if 1024G of bloody memories of elementary school flashed through his eyes.

Your school has such a strong martial arts atmosphere and students are so good at hands-on work. I'm afraid that after a heavy snowfall, two-thirds of the students will be reduced. God is kind and kind. It is suggested that the school be moved to a tropical area.

"What does this have to do with the true nature?"

"Extraordinary power is a snowball, and the unformed true nature is broken glass.

You can mix the fragments of the true nature into the internal force and collide with the pure internal force to see if you can understand it."

Liang De didn't quite understand, and used his natural divine power with both fists. He repeatedly used the natural divine power to heal his wounds under Chang Duanxuan's merciless training. Now he is most proficient in using this kind of internal force.

It hurts to think of this. Why is it so proficient? How many times have I been beaten to death?

Liang De looked at his hands. His left hand was pure natural divine power, with a bright amber internal force. The internal force on his right hand was added with fragments of the true nature, and the color became turbid, with many gray and black dots, like condensed milk with black sesame seeds.

The two fists collided, and the pure amber internal force immediately collapsed, like an egg hitting a stone, or a fifth-grade elementary school student's tender cheek hitting a snowball with broken glass. He had no time to resist and was defeated in an instant, just like the lovely Yukina and Touma-san, the difference was immediately determined.

"This is the power of will. When your true nature is fully formed, it will be extended with extraordinary power as the carrier, and the two will be completely integrated. The power will be several times stronger than it is now. As for how much it can reach, it depends on the strength of your belief and the load of extraordinary power.

The innate divine power is the internal power mental method developed by Lao Chang based on his true nature [Wanhua Xuyuan]. Although it cannot be compared with the real Wanhua Xuyuan, it has good compatibility with various true natures. When you feel that the innate divine power is no longer suitable for carrying your true nature, you must find a new method or improve and create a new method on your own."

Yuan Tianren explained a few more tips on the extraction and application of true nature, and instructed Liang De to evenly infiltrate the fragments of true nature into the internal force to increase the strength. When the 1 hour is up, he waved his sleeves to send Liang De out of the dream.

The third 48 hours, the last 48 hours.

Chang Duanxuan stood with his hands behind his back, his face serious, and said: "Liang De, your Golden Snake Wrapping Hand and Battlefield Internal Kung Fu Healing Method have already achieved some success. If you continue to train, there will be no obvious improvement. You need to persist in hard training and work hard in the future.

In the last two days, I will teach you the most concise and sharp moves in the ancient boxing of the East Country, as well as some fierce killing moves of the Broken Water Karate, so that you can master the active offensive style and achieve the realm of both offense and defense."

"Okay, Teacher Chang, can you give me two secret books so that I can preview them first?"

"No need, martial arts are best remembered by the body, and I will demonstrate these killing moves on you in turn, while teaching , cultivate your martial virtue. "

"Teacher Chang, if you want to hit me, just say so. What does this have to do with martial virtue? Isn't your martial virtue just fear of death?"

"It's not fear of death, it's respect for life.

Only when you know how painful it is to be hit by these killer moves, you will know respect, be cautious, respect yourself and others.

Never fight unless it is absolutely necessary. Once you fight, you must kill the opponent as quickly as possible to prevent him from falling into long-term pain.

Okay, you bite this copper leaf bamboo tube. "

Chang Duanxuan took out a section of green bamboo tube that was harder than steel and asked Liang De to bite it. He then passed a piece of cloth through the bamboo tube and tied a knot behind Liang De's head.

The same bamboo tube as Kamado Nezuko... What does old man Chang mean by this? Although I really want to bite him, I'm just thinking about it.

Chang Duanxuan tied the cloth strip carefully to make sure it would not fall off. He said kindly: "In this way, you don't have to worry about you biting your tongue to commit suicide because of the pain. Even if you don't bite your tongue, it's not good to scream and make noise. "

What?!

Before Liang De could even shout, his head seemed to be pierced by a frozen steel drill. Severe pain and violent impact came suddenly from top to bottom. His skull was cracked! His cervical vertebrae were broken! His spine was bent! His tibia was broken!

Broken Water Stream Karate, the force of the 12th level can crack his head and feet.

Chang Duanxuan retracted his right leg, and Liang De knelt on the ground section by section, and immediately used his natural divine power at the fastest speed to repair the damage to his brain, bones and internal organs in this blow. It was so dangerous that he almost fainted.

Chang Duanxuan's cold and hard fist did not give Liang De enough time to recover. The fist hit his face directly, and the sound of bone cracking added some ups and downs and edges to his colorful but ordinary facial features.

The smell of blood spread with the strong wind of fists and feet.

Being beaten, beaten, and beaten, and being beaten non-stop.

Fighting back, fighting back, fighting back, fighting back, trying desperately to fight back.

Two black shadows flashed rapidly in the martial arts hall, and the place where they passed was a mess, like a typhoon raging.

Liang De struggled to support under Chang Duanxuan's torrential rain and mountain torrent attack, occasionally fighting back, and then his hand was broken.

He used his power to heal his wounds, imitating Chang Duanxuan's moves, continued to fight back, continued to be beaten, and continued to heal his wounds.

I don't know how many times the bones in my body were broken, and blood, snot, tears, sweat, and saliva were splashing uncontrollably, almost making a grand slam of body fluids.

The last 48 hours were as long as the evening self-study on a hot summer night in the third year of high school.

Silence, hidden pain, persistence.

Imitation, learning, improvement.

…

On the morning of the eighth day, the dim rising sun shone into the silent Lu Xuebu Martial Arts Hall.

A copper leaf bamboo tube bitten into twisted fibers was thrown at the bare feet, and the cloth strip was dyed dark red. The toes that looked more like metal weapons than biological limbs were bent hard, and directly dug into the thick floor under the feet with the sound of wood breaking.

The silence was so long that a hoarse voice sounded, and a man panted and said word by word:

"Hybrid power, explosion mode, strong push back feeling rushing jab!"

The huge sound that blasted through the air fiercely exploded the brief calm of the Lu Xuebu Martial Arts Hall.